In honour of St Patrick’s Day, my #100daysof contribution for today is a limerick:
I’m not wearing green, don’t lynch me.
Comprehending my motive’s a cinch see:
Forgetful I’m not.
It just would be hot.
If someone would reach out and pinch me.
Ok, you drunk/green/poetic/silly people! LET’S HEAR YOURS!
Valerie Roney 
There was a man from Belfast,
Who in every race came last,
This is not bad, don’t you be sad,
as his wife was never agast.
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There was a man named O’Brien
Who was quite known for his Liein’
So you know in a Cinch,
This man needs a pinch,
when he says the green was forgotten while Sighin.
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No green in my closet to clad
no emerald rag to be had
not a stitch of clover
not even for Rover
managed to avoid the pinch, how sad!
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Haha nicely Done Donna. Oh to be pinched!
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